Born to Be Ch. 02

A.N. A CHAPTAH TWOOOOO

Fun times up ahead :3 the world has been kicking my ass with trying to keep up with my projects, but I'm powering through as best I can.

The Following Contains: Femboy with tall black babe fucking him up the butt with a strap-on. *cries it's not futa* Lol, also in this chapter, we begin the process of feminizing our pretty protagonist! He's gonna make such a pretty little girl <333 More to come!

Read and jerk your dick/diddle your clit!

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It was like walking through the world with his feet not even touching the ground. That last kiss...he was seeing everything with a pink lens over his eyes.

Ashley floated from the hallways of his apartment to his front door, where he glided inside, gracefully shut the door behind him, and drifted over towards the corner where he gathered all his blankets and pillows to make a makeshift bedding setup.

Aaaaaand...plop.

Finally relieving his wobbly legs from having to carry his worked-out body, the small boy collapsed onto his soft comforter, face slamming into the fluffy pillow. He was tired, exhausted actually, but in the best way possible. He had given up his virginity, in a way he never anticipated that he would. Selena had fucked him, up his ass...with a big black strap on! Literally, nothing at all like the romantic first time he had imagined for many years.

And... he wouldn't have had it any other way. "It was so good..."

His sloppily put together bed felt like a cloud with how light he was now, dreamily staring into the popcorn like ceiling and seeing Selena's face in the swirls. His day after that seemed to pass by in a haze, all of his thoughts centered around the wild night, and morning he had with his new...girlfriend. And just the thought of calling her that made him want to giggle like a school girl.

He still had her shirt on, and he practically hugged himself in it to bring the material up this face. Breathing deeply to inhale the heavenly aroma that was her. It wasn't like the real thing of course, not even close, but it was soething, and that was more than enough for him to keep it close to him all day long.

Occasionally he rose up from bed and drifted around his apartment, whether to grab a snack from the fridge or to use the bathroom. But the entire time he walked on air, all his worries and concerns from the day before were gone. A whole new world opened up to him, and he couldn't wait to explore it more.

Not just the world of love and romance, but also the world of naughty pleasure. He had sex last night, ANAL sex. And now he was awakened to the appetites of the flesh, if she was so good with that strap-on, what else could she be good with...

The only time he did anything else other than just thinking about her and livened up a bit, was when his phone buzzed, and he picked it up to see Selena texting him.

He didn't even have to call or text her first! She did it for him.

And with her messaging him again, he was back in his bed, laying prone on his belly, lower legs kicked up behind him and swinging back and forth a bit while he excitedly talked to her. Texting more about the job she was hiring him for, how he would have to formerly meet the receptionist if he was going to work with her. Depending on whether or not Selena was able to get him to budge on the yoga position. And of course, warning him again about how she was going to do her best to convince him when she came over tomorrow.

Time just seemed to fly by when he spoke to her, all he was doing was lounging about texting back and forth and before he knew it, the day had come and gone faster than he realized. Not that Ashley wanted to do much anyway, he wanted to give his booty plenty of time to recover from the pleasant soreness that continued to linger down there. But still, they continued to talk, unable to end their conversation about everything. Learning about each other, asking for favorite foods, favorite colors, hobbies, family and the like. Ashley learned Selena's favorite color was purple, she was a meat-eating fiend, and her favorite hobby was obviously exercising. She owned a gym so that one was pretty obvious, and Ashley happily spilled the beans on everything she wanted to know about him. His favorite color was sky blue, his favorite meal was a nice guilty pleasure ice-cream Sunday, and his favorite hobby was probably cleaning or organizing things. He might have a slight OCD about neatness, or he just was a major neat freak. But Selena didn't seem to care, she actually kind of found it cute.

Well into the night they kept talking, both of them having to keep their phones plugged into the chargers to continue the conversation. Even as their eyes burned from the brightness of the screens and watered with a need for sleep, they kept talking.

All the way up until neither of them could keep their eyes open any longer, only then did they finally wish each other goodnight. Reluctantly of course, but they did so with butterflies in their chests, and smiles on their faces. And the classic, 'no you go to bed first' argument.

Too bad Ashley didn't realize that, as he fell asleep for his second night in his new apartment, beyond excited to see Selena again tomorrow, his furniture never arrived...

The Following Morning:

"Wait what?" Ashley exclaimed into the phone.

"We're very sorry for the inconvenience, the delay shouldn't only be one to two weeks and-" Ashley didn't even let them finish.

"WEEKS?!" He could throw the phone, how does a one day waiting period turn into two weeks?

There was an audible sigh from the other end of the line. "We're very sorry miss for the delay."

He repeated. But again, Ashley cut him off. "IM A BOY!" And he angrily hung up the phone, practically throwing it down onto his bedding and rubbing his temples in frustration. "Uggggghh!"

He awoke this morning to his phone ringing, but rather than seeing Selena's name texting him again which is what he hoped for, he instead saw the name of the moving company. The ones who were supposed to deliver his furniture yesterday. He had been so caught up in his brand-new relationship with the Amazon Goddess of his dreams that it hadn't even crossed his mind.

So receiving the call and hearing that his furniture may not arrive for weeks now, definitely was not the wake up call he had been hoping to get. Somehow, the company had the truck carrying all his stuff break down, falling into a ravine or something as well which got it stuck and the door jammed shut, etc.

Basically everything that could possibly go wrong with a moving companies truck, did in fact go wrong. And now Ashley was going to be furniture-less for another week plus.

Angrily, Ashley sat on his barren carpet, pouting as he munched into a pop tart for breakfast. Silently steaming in anger over the incompetence of the hired movers, he really didn't want to go without a chair or a real bed for weeks. But what else was he going to do? He didn't want to waste his precious money on buying new furniture, it would eat his funds up way too quickly.

Even though he procured a job with Selena, he didn't want to risk it. And he absolutely was not going to ask his parents for help, he wanted to prove to them that he could live on his own and solve his problems without assistance from mommy and daddy. So calling for help literally on day two of life alone was far too shameful for him to handle.

His bed wasn't too bad to sleep on, it felt definitely a little lumpy, hastily cobbled together with all of his blankets, pillows and empty suitcases to act as a box spring. Probably only just able to handle his little ninety-six-pound weight. But it was comfortable enough, what was really going to irk him though, was the lack of any wardrobes or dressers.

The apartment didn't have really any closet or storage space, so until he got them, he had to either organize his clothing with his suitcases and bags, or just leave them about on the floor.

And being a neat freak like Ashley was, the latter was certainly not an option. But it was annoying to have to constantly sift through the small containers to fold and re-fold his outfits over and over again rather than having a closet or dresser where everything had its own little section.

But that wasn't all either! He was still missing his TV, his bookshelf, some chairs, his desk, and some decorations that he wanted to hang up around the apartment to make it less empty. Something else that bothered Ashley to an intense degree, he liked his living space to look good, presentable and pretty. Not empty and desolate, and he was so excited at the chance to decorate his place yesterday. Only to realize that opportunity wasn't going to come for possibly weeks.

He continued to angrily bite into his strawberry pop tart, contemplating taking a walk or maybe giving Selena a call. Maybe venting to her about his predicament would help him feel better, but decided against that. He didn't want to seem even more whiney than he had been on their first date. Plus he didn't want to let her know that he was living in an apartment with literally no furniture, he didn't want to seem like he needed help.

It was at that moment though, that suddenly there was a loud buzz coming from right beside his front door. The sound was so loud and out of nowhere that Ashley flinched back, away from the sound. Facepalming when he realized that it was just the built-in intercom that every apartment in the building had.

"Who could that be?" He asked aloud, it was only a little after eleven in the morning and he wasn't expecting guests yet. Selena had discussed going out again with him today but that hadn't set a specific time yet.

"She wouldn't just show up when I'm not ready yet would she?"

He shook his head and picked himself up off the floor, slowly dragging himself across the apartment to the intercom and stood up on his tip toes to get close enough to the speaker, then pushed the talk button. "Yes, who is it?" He asked, then waited for a reply.

"Hey baby! It's me, ready to talk more about the yoga position?"

"Oh God..."

Immediately both panic and excitement started to well up in Ashley's chest, she did show up! But already? He felt goosebumps already starting to spread out on him, the thought of seeing her again so soon making him feel elated, but at the same time, the thought of seeing her again so soon making him feel nervous!

He hadn't showered yet today, he had a half-eaten pop tart in his hand, and his apartment was an empty wasteland with a crappy put together bed in the corner with his suitcases open on the floor with clothes tossed about around them. He had been so agitated from the phone call earlier that he hadn't taken the time to put them away.

"Can I come in?" Selena's voice asked sweetly.

He wasn't ready!

Ashley's hair whipped about as he looked back and forth in a hurry, trying to figure out what to do. He couldn't tell her no! Of course she could come in, but what would she think when she saw what a mess he was and what his living arrangements were?

But clearing his throat he pushed the microphone button again, "Yes! Of course, come in! You...you remember the room number right?" He waited for a reply.

"Yup!"

"O...okay, come in!" He pushed the button beside the talk switch to unlock the door.

Then full on dashed to the back of his apartment, baseball throwing the pop tart at garbage bag tied to a kitchen drawer he used in place of a trashcan. Practically power sliding on his knees to get to the suitcases, unceremoniously stuffing his scattered clothes into the leather cases as best he could.

There was nothing he could really do about his bed, but he tried to at least make the area as presentable as possible. Slamming shut the suitcases and locking them, then trying to neatly stack them in the corner beside his bedding.

Flinching once again as he heard Selena knocking on the door, "Oh God, okay, okay, relax!" He tried to calm himself down, skipping back out of the living room, into the kitchen and to the front door. He ran his fingers through his hair repeatedly, trying to brush it over his ears and make himself look more put together than he actually was. Then with a final breath, he reached for the doorknob.

Pulling it, and getting confused as the door wouldn't open for a moment, then wanting to facepalm himself as he realized he hadn't unlocked the dead bolt. He rolled his eyes, unlocked the door, and pulled it open.

The first thing he met was a piece of paper, it appeared to be a flyer or a job application being held in the hands of his tall, beautiful new boss. She stood there, dressed in a black short sleeved top and a set of tight grey leggings, golden necklace around her perfect neck and a few simple bracelets around her wrist. She was grinning widely as she looked upon the face of her adorable boy toy. "Heeeey babyyyy!" She gleefully greeted him.

Ashley smiled back, "Hi." It had only been a day since he had seen her last, but seeing her in his doorway before him just seemed to make all his troubles melt away now that he was back in her presence. He didn't notice at first that she looked him up and down a bit curiously, eyeing the large baggy T-shirt that adorned his form over the last day.

"You're still wearing it?" She asked, her smile softening to a more heart warming one.

"What?" He replied confused, then looked down at his attire. That's when he realized that he had been wearing the oversized t-shirt she let him borrow all night and still had it on now. He never took it off, basking in how much room it offered since he was so small compared to her. Plus it smelled like her, that same rich perfume or body wash that she used was laced all over the material and it was purely intoxicating. So he fell asleep in it, only now though did he figure out that she was catching him in it. "Oh! I uh...I didn't have any um..." He tried to come up with an excuse.

But he was cut off by her giggle, "Ohhh don't worry, that's so cute!" She closed in, stepping beyond the threshold of the doorway and leaning down to steal a good morning kiss from him. He gladly shut up and accepted the kiss, it was quick but no less effective on the young boy. She leaned back after and stroked his cheek, "I missed you too, can I come in?"

Already beginning to swoon from her contact, Ashley gazed up at her with hazy, love sick eyes and nodded his head. "...of course you can..." He stepped aside allowing Selena to enter the apartment. But again, he snapped out of his dreamy vision, and quickly added, "But! Um, I should probably tell you that I'm still setting up the place!" He shut the door and skipped after her, "I'm still waiting on my furniture to show up so it's kind of sparse in here."

Selena walked a little ways into the kitchen and looked around, immediately spotting what he was talking about.

"Aww, it hasn't showed up yet?" She asked.

He shook his head, "No, but don't worry, it should be here soon!" He fibbed, trying to avoid the embarrassment of explaining his situation. "It's not gonna be much, just an actual bed, some decorations and the like, but it should fill up the empty space nicely!"

She smiled, seeming to believe him. "Okay, well my place is always open if you ever want a couch to sit on." She offered then leaned on the island counter for the kitchen and laid out the job application, practically slapping it down onto the surface. "But! Back to business! I didn't manage to do it yesterday, but I shall do it today!"

"Do what?" The small boy approached, looking down at the application, then back up to Selena.

"I want you to take this job." She pointed down to the 'Yoga Instructor' section of the application, "I knew from the second I laid eyes on you, you were be perfect for it!"

Ashley felt the urge to roll his eyes but managed to just maintain eye contact with her, "Selenaaa...I really don't know how I feel about being a...Yoga instructor." He told her honestly, again brushing a lock of hair over his ear. "I've never even done yoga."

"That's fine!" She quickly added, "That's why we put, training available on the ad." She spun the paper around for him to look at it properly, then moved around the counter to stand directly beside him. "I would be there with you every step of the way to help you get over the learning curve, while I'm not too flexible myself, I know the moves, the positions, everything, and I know you'll be able to handle it."

He glanced back up at her, "How do you know I'm even flexible?" Genuinely curious he asked her, "I've never done a split, or a cartwheel in my life."

Selena shot him a knowing look, "Trust me, I have an eye for these things. And besides, you seemed pretty flexible when you had your legs up on my shoulders the other night." She quirked a brow and gave him a flirty wink.

"That's different!" Ashley immediately fired back, already flushing red though at the reference to their wild romp.

But Selena just giggled it off and waved her hand, "Okay different example then, like here..." She stepped back, "Put your leg up on the counter." Her hand gestured in its direction.

Ashley looked between the said island and his insistent girlfriend, the counter came up almost to Ashley's chest, he was so small that even just the kitchen counters were close to only a foot shorter than him. "What's that gonna prove?"

"Somebody who isn't flexible would struggle to lift their leg up that high, I'm twice your size and even though I do a bit of yoga I know I might have a little trouble doing it. So I wanna see you try it, and I know you have no pants on meaning there's nothing hindering you so don't even try that excuse." Selena said, crossing her arms over her chests and watching him expectantly.

The pants comment immediately made Ashley's blush strengthen and lock his thighs together, hands fiddling with the hem of the large T-shirt in embarrassment. "Well geez, okay then miss demanding." Ashley playfully shot back, entertaining her request.

She raised and lowered a shoulder, "Technically I hired you, so I aaaamm your boss after all." She gave him another wink, flaunting her power over him.

"Yes ma'am." Ashley teased back, then turned to the countertop. "Okay, let's see..." To be honest, he was a little interested in finding out if he could lift his leg that high. The last time he really stretched out was probably in elementary school gym class. He looked down at his bare legs, feet shifting from heel to ball as he mentally prepared.

One hand was braced on the edge of the island to ensure that he wouldn't fall due to lack of balance and coordination on his part, and then he lifted his right leg. Just bending his knee at first, getting ready to do the big pull up where he would try to swing it over the edge and rest it on the countertop. He blew some air out of his lips and thought, "Here we go...why I shouldn't be a yoga instructor."

And in one quick swoop, he lifted his leg up and slung it over the counter, raising his thigh up high enough to hike the shirt back. Lifting himself onto his tip toes again to give him a little extra height, and planted the back of his calf onto the top of the counter.

Effortlessly.

Even Ashley felt surprised, he thought he would've felt a tight tugging in his hamstring, or he would fumble about and nearly fall in a humiliating heap on the floor. But there was no pulling sensation, there was no stumbling and collapsing down. It felt so smooth, as easy as lifting his leg to walk, despite being stretched up so far that he was only about twenty-five degrees or so off from doing a perfect spilt.

"Whoa..." He muttered silently.